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Filthy Father
Daughter Incest Collection: 8 Book Bundle

Kim Clove

Copyright, 2017, All
Rights Reserved

Daddy, Is It Going
To Hurt Me?

Kim Clove

Copyright, 2017, All
Rights Reserved

This is a work of
fiction. The characters are 18 years or older.

When I found out my
daughter had been lying about having a boyfriend I was livid. My
sweating palms gripped the steering wheel of my truck as I plowed
through the snow filled streets on the way to the fraternity house.
The guy was twenty years old, a star quarterback, and he was big.

But I was bigger.

My daughter was
eighteen and had been telling me she was a virgin. I wanted her to
focus on her studies at university, not some piece of shit boyfriend
who just had one thing in mind – getting into her pants. I wasn’t
going to let that happen, and I couldn’t let myself believe that it
possibly already had. No, in my mind, my daughter was still a virgin…
I would find out tonight if it was true, in about five minutes.

I skidded to a halt
on the slippery ice, damn near plowing into the brick siding of the
large complex. I stormed up the steps and banged on the door; loud
music was playing inside, some kind of party apparently. I guessed
the music was too loud for them to hear me, because after a minute of
banging on the door I got impatient and decided to kick it with my
booted feet instead.

“Open up, piece of
shit.” I hollered at the top of my lungs, and then finally huffed,
puffed, and took a few steps back, leaning against the opposite door
of the adjacent apartment. I pushed myself off the door, running
hard, and then I barreled into the door of the fraternity house,
bursting through it, the wood splintering from my weight and then
shattering into a million pieces as I flew in like some kind of
superhero and then landed on my feet and rolled.

The music blared,
but the voices silenced. I stood up like an animal, panting and
sweating, red faced and looking homicidal, and then I spotted my
daughter and the football player. “Katrina!” I shouted. “Katrina!
What the fuck are you doing?”

Her face was even
redder than mine, but not as red as the guy that stood next to her. I
raised my finger and held it pointed at him as I breathed deep, and
then I took a running charge and plowed into him. I clobbered his
face and then held him by the shirt collar as his head bobbed up and
down loosely like a doll. I was pretty sure if I kept hitting him
then I’d break his jaw, so I stopped. I didn’t want any law suits
over this, I just wanted to make a point that he kept his hands off
my daughter.

“Have you fucked
her?” I stared at him. “Don’t lie to me, son.”

“No.” He
stammered.

His voice was
fearful and shaking, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. He was
telling the truth. I dropped him to the ground. “I expected more of
a fight from a star quarterback like you, son,” I said. “Don’t
ever lay eyes on my girl again, you got me? You understand me, punk?”
I grabbed him again and shook him. His head flopped up and down
loosely, like he was unconscious. “Answer me, punk!”

“I – I under –
I understand, sir!” He screamed, beginning to cry.

My grimace twisted
into a sadistic smile. “Good, bitch. Don’t ever do it again.”
Then I looked up at my daughter. I was pissed off to say the least.
“Katrina, get your purse and let’s go.”

“Daddy…”

“GET YOUR PURSE
AND LET’S GO.” I shouted. Then I took a deep breath. “I’m
sorry, honey, but please do what I say.”

She started to cry a
little bit, and then grabbed her purse and we were off. We walked
through the broken door, right through the big hole in the center, my
arm around her shoulder lovingly. I turned and stared back through
the hole, into the room. Music was still blaring. Everyone was still
quiet, staring at us. The football player was on the ground, face
bloody, sweaty, tears streaming down his face. I pointed at him long
and hard, and then I winked. “Don’t fuck with me, son.”

**

By the time we got
home my daughter had slammed the door to her old bedroom. She never
stayed here anymore since going to college, and I missed her. I stood
by the bathroom for a minute, feeling kind of regretful of my
behavior. Maybe I’d been a little harsh. Then she came out and
nudged past me, going into the bathroom. She closed the door, and I
listened to her peeing.

I kicked the door
open and stared at her, heart pounding, cock hard. I watched her
piss. She stared up at me without uttering a word, and then I leaned
down and snatched her off the toilet and spun her around, pushing her
up against the wall and pulling her hips out so that her ass was
sticking out. She had a big ass for such a petite whore, and I was
going to fuck that ass.

“I’ll show you
how a bad girl learns a lesson, my slut.” I muttered.

She was moaning. She
wanted it. The fucking dirty whore – she wanted
me
to punish her.

“Daddy,” she
stammered, “I’m sorry I was naughty. I shouldn’t have disobeyed
you.”

“Correct answer,”
I rasped, and then shoved my face between her cheeks and ate her
musky smelling wet pussy… Sticking my long tongue out and stroking
it as if with a brush, I lapped at it hungrily and savored the sweet
aroma of her virgin musk. God, she smelled good, and she tasted even
better – like fresh popcorn in a sick, demented way, I must admit…

I knew then, after
tasting her freshness, that she was undoubtedly a virgin. As silly as
it sounds, I could smell
her innocence… Taste
it, even. I was proud of her, and I considered for a moment going a
little easier on her, but then I realized that wouldn’t be near as
fun – no, I was going to fuck my daughter hard, I was going to
punish
her for disobeying me. Despite being eighteen years old, she was
still under my rules since I was paying for her college tuition!

I pulled her shorts
all the way to her ankles. “Kick them off, take them all off. I
want to see your feet.”

I slid my tongue
down her thighs and pulled her left foot up and began to suck it. I
sucked on her toes until they were curling in my mouth, and she was
squealing above me. “Daddy, eat my pussy some more.”

“I’ll do as I
damn well please with you, you’re still not off the hook yet,
honey.” I muttered, and then continued to lick at her gorgeous
feet. I slid my tongue up her legs until I reached her ass cheeks and
started to rim her then, licking her tight puckered asshole and
spreading her cheeks apart so that it was puckering into my mouth.
God, that asshole tasted good. I stuck my tongue inside of it and
then pulled out, gasping for air as the sounds of my daughter’s
screams filled my ears.

“Daddy, that’s
my butthole. That’s dirty.”

I giggled like a
pervert and then stuck my tongue back into her virgin pussy. It was
so good, oh so good… I could hardly stand it, and I stroked my cock
so hard and fast, squeezing my dick as I finally realized I couldn’t
bear this feeling anymore.

“Suck daddy’s
dick, and do a good job, I demand of you.” I said in a strict
voice, and then stood to my feet and held my cock out for her. She
spun around obediently and grabbed my dick, and then she placed it
into her mouth and sucked nice and hard… Wow, she was good at that,
I can’t lie, and she sucked it nice and deep as I groaned and
throbbed into her mouth.

She went down
further than I’d expected, deep throating my massive shaft as I
pulsated into her mouth and moaned like wildfire. I felt like I
wasn’t going to be able to hold my load in much longer… And I
wondered for a moment, what would her mother think if she barged in
on us right then and there? How would she react?

Lucky for me, or for
both of us rather, mommy was out of town on business. I was the man
of the house that night, free to do as I pleased with my eighteen
year old servant, and at that very moment I was just enjoying a nice
blowjob from her virgin lips. She was good at it, damn good I might
say, and she sure did know how to please her angry father, and make
him soften up a bit as far as his temper went… I still felt mad,
but I wasn’t as mad – and when I’d realized earlier as I ate
her cunt that she was a virgin, I felt relief wash over me in a
majestic wave.

“That’s right –
Suck – my – fucking – big – cock!” I squealed, and then
couldn’t hold it in any longer! I did what any good parent would do
then; I fed my daughter, squirting my load into her mouth as I
squealed and my eyeballs bulged from their sockets – my god, I was
coming hard and fast, and it felt incredible.

I steadied myself by
placing my hands against the bathroom wall, and I let out a low groan
as I filled her mouth to the brim, like I was pouring water into a
bottle and accidentally made it overflow. Oh yes, it was a beautiful
sight to see my daughter’s mouth being filled by my load; to see my
cum screaming out from her lips and dripping off her chin, hanging
there like some kind of tasty cream until it fell onto her black
shirt, providing a beautiful contrast of black and white as I stared
down at her with a feeling of complete disbelief.

I pulled out then,
unable to handle the sensation of my tingling cock bursting with
sensitivity in the grip of her lips, and then I surprised both myself
and her by shooting the remainder of my load on her precious face. I
didn’t even know I had any left in me, but I sure did – and quite
a lot of it, too! Cum rolled from my daughter’s lips as I plastered
her with more on her face, and she obediently took it… Obviously
knowing damn well I wouldn’t tolerate her spitting it out. I knew
it was just excess; more than she could swallow, so I tolerated that
– but then I reached down, cupped her chin in my hands, and tilted
her head back.

I said in a blank
voice, “Swallow.”

She gagged as my
load dripped into her throat, and then I suddenly jerked her head
back until she was facing the ceiling, and she started to choke on my
load. “Slowly, it’s okay. Just take it. Take it all down your
fucking throat, whore.” I muttered as I watched her intensely.

She took it like a
champ, and I was proud of her. “Daddy,” she muttered with cum
ridden lips, “It’s all over my face.”

I nodded my head,
smiling and kneeling down to face her. “So push it all down onto
your lips, and lick it off. Okay?”

She used her fingers
and wiped the cum from her cheeks and eyelids, pushing it down to her
lip area like I’d asked. Then she opened her mouth and slid her
tongue out, licking it all up, cleaning her own face with her tongue
like a cat cleans its body. “Wow,” I said in a trembling voice,
“Nice. You’re an obedient cock slut, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” She
nodded, wiping her eyes.

“You’ll do
whatever I ask, wont you?” I said.

“Yes, daddy, I
will.” She muttered.

“Good.” I said.

The front door
opened loudly. I heard a woman’s voice. It was an unmistakable
voice, the kind of voice you hear and sometimes feel happy, and the
kind of voice you hear and sometimes feel annoyed.

In this case I felt
annoyed, but that wasn’t all. More than anything, I felt
frightened. I felt fucking frightened to the core.

Judging by the look
on my daughter’s face, which was still stricken with a boat load of
cum that she hadn’t licked up yet, she was damn frightened too. The
reason being that the voice of the woman at the front door belonged
to her mother, and my wife. Oh for goodness’ sake, what had we
done? We had quite a mess here, that we couldn’t clean up.

There were footsteps
then, footsteps coming down the long hall towards the bathroom. I
didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what do say. I put my
finger to my lips and whispered, “Shh,” and my daughter nodded
her head. She was terrified, and truth be told, so was I. I was
perhaps even more terrified than she. After all, it was my damn wife,
and she was the only one I was supposed to be fucking. Despite that
fact, I never did anything like this
to
my wife; what I’d done to my daughter I mean… I’d never came in
her mouth and let it drip out, and then came more on her face and
told her to lick it up. That was vile, lewd, and more than simply
raunchy. The sex with my wife was vanilla, always.

She wouldn’t
understand this. She wouldn’t get it. This was worse than anything
I could imagine. I wasn’t just getting sucked by my daughter. That
would be bad enough. No, I’d just blown my load all over her god
damn face, and I knew my wife would probably have a heart attack if
she caught sight of this, despite being in the gym five days a week
and fit as a fiddle at all those marathons she participated in.

“Quiet.” I
muttered, and then checked my reflection in the mirror as I pulled my
pants up. My cock was still rigid, and I had to adjust it to slip
above my belt line so that it would be hidden. I didn’t want my
wife to see I had an erection. I didn’t know what to tell her, so I
knew I’d have to improvise, but I had at least an idea, and I hoped
truly that it would work.

I opened the door
and saw that my wife wasn’t there. I turned and said to my
daughter, “Lock the fucking door and sit on the toilet like you’re
sick.”

She nodded her head
and I closed the door, and waited until I heard her lock it. I could
hear my wife in the bedroom, fumbling with her suitcase. Why the fuck
had she arrived home so soon? She was supposed to be gone until
Sunday, late at night. Damn it, why did she have to ruin this moment
for me? At least I’d came already, however, but I hadn’t planned
on being finished with my daughter so soon… And I damn sure wasn’t
finished! I would fuck her after I cleared up this mess, because I
knew I may never have a chance to fuck her again.

“Honey?” I said,
walking into the bedroom. I wiped the sweat from my face and tried to
look as normal as possible.

She was unpacking
her suitcases. Fuck’s sake, I hoped that she’d just forgotten
something. I guess the trip had been cancelled. “Where were you? I
saw your truck out front and knew you were home, but couldn’t find
you.”

“Katrina’s home.
She feels sick.” I said, and immediately regretted it. As far as
she knew, Katrina would be at her own place, and not here. I could
have waited until my wife slept, and then returned to the bathroom
and finished my daughter off in there.

“Oh, where? Is she
okay, honey?” My wife looked worried and began to walk to the
bedroom door. I blocked her.

“She’s fine.
She’s using the toilet; just upset about her boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“You know the one
I told you about the other day, the one I found out she had. Yeah,
they broke up tonight and so she called and asked me to pick her up.”

“IS she okay? Is
she sad?”

She tried to nudge
past me, but I blocked her again with my beefy, muscular arm. “Of
course she’s fine. She needs some privacy, sweetie. I already
talked to her. She doesn’t want to talk to anyone else now.”

“But I’m her
mother.”

“And she loves
you, but she also needs you to respect her…. Jessica, sometimes
you’re a bit overbearing on Katrina. She told me that tonight.” I
furrowed my brow, trying to look as convincing and concerned as
possible. “It’s best she is given space tonight. I’m going to
talk to her some more. She said she wants to see it from a man’s
perspective. I’m explaining to her about college guys, okay? You
should get some rest. By the way, what the hell happened? I thought
you were gone for the entire weekend?”

“It was cancelled,
unfortunately.”

I stood there
looking at her and then nodded my head. I felt anger surging through
my veins. I was still horny, and rock hard beneath my pants. “Oh,
okay.”

“I’m exhausted,
sweetie.” She kissed my cheek. “Go take care of our sweet girl.
I’m going to get some rest.”

I kissed her on the
lips. I felt so filthy, and for a moment panic surged through my
body. Those lips I just kissed my wife with had only just been on our
daughter’s asshole, along with her pussy. Would she be able to
smell it? I stared into her eyes, nervous. Did she give me a weird,
suspicious look, or was it merely my imagination?

“Good night.” I
said, and returned to the hallway, shutting the door. “I’m going
to close the door, in case we talk too loud. She was spilling her
heart to me.” I chuckled nervously.

My wife stared at me
and nodded. “Okay.” She said. I closed the door all the way and
then stood there for a minute and sighed, leaning up against it and
closing my eyes. Then I opened them and shifted my gaze back down the
hallway, towards the bathroom, which was a mere fifteen or twenty
feet away from the bedroom I shared with my wife. I knew I’d have
to be quiet, I knew I couldn’t disturb her. I knew she couldn’t
hear us, or then everything would be over. My marriage, our
relationship between the three of us… Fucking everything would be
ruined.